Yang Ze's laughter was so sharp that it shook Shaoyu's ears for a while, and he couldn't help but show an uncomfortable look on his face. In my heart, I also despise this old eunuch.

Yang Ze laughed for a long time, then put away his laughter, gasped and smiled: "Yuren, our family gloating, it is not a gentleman's doing. Also, it is said that Yang Yipeng used to sing poetry and harmony with you, and they had a great relationship. This time, he is in a catastrophe, aren't you sad? ”

Shao Yuren: "Father-in-law, the sage said it well, and the gentleman has directly reported his grievances." If you repay grievances with virtue, how can you repay virtue? Father-in-law is his true temperament, and how can he be said to be gloating. ”

Speaking of this, she said with a straight face: "I used to have poetry exchanges with Governor Yang, but since I met my father-in-law, you are the only one in the slave family's heart. As for the past, Hugh will mention it again. For the slave family, Governor Yang is just a passerby. What does it matter to me whether he is dead or alive? ”

"Well said." Hearing that his former rival in love was looked at by Shao Yu to passers-by, Yang Ze was overjoyed, feeling that he had beaten Yang Yipeng to the ground in both officialdom and love, and suddenly became full of spirit.

He stroked Shao Yuren's slender ten fingers carefully, and his face was intoxicated: "Yuren, do you know why our family insists on marrying you?" Our family can be regarded as having status and status in the palace, as long as you want to think about it, what kind of woman can't get it. But in this world, who is as understanding as you. To tell the truth, in the past two days, our family has been worried about Fengyang, and we haven't slept for two nights, and we have also grown old. But just now, I had to explain it, and my mood was instantly cheerful. Getting along with you is really like a spring breeze. ”

He added: "Also, in the world, who has such long fingers as you and can play the piano well." ”

He let go of Shao Yuren, touched his forehead, and said with a smile: "Our family is in a good mood today, you can play a song for me!" ”

Shaoyu nodded, walked to the front of the guqin, gently stroked the strings with his hand, and then plucked it gently, and the voice of the golden bell sounded: "The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip is pointing to the end of the world." ”

Yang Ze looked at Shao Yuren in surprise: "Isn't this the poem of Sun Taichu, that day and night banquet, before the lady finished singing, the thief army set fire to the city." As a result, the competition between you and Gu Hengbo was interrupted. If it weren't for that, with this poem alone, Madame would have won that game. defeated Gu Mei, who was the first in Nanqu, and I don't know what the reputation of the lady will become...... The thief army is really hateful, and it has disturbed the good things of the lady......"

Shao Yu's hands were still plucking the strings, chanting softly in his mouth, the whole person seemed to have been immersed in the surging atmosphere, Yang Ze's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, and finally he couldn't hear it anymore.

What kind of verse is that!

A thin figure full of sorrow, facing the sun, whipped and ran to the end of the world.

Although the man was thin and sorrowful, he sat on a horse, but he raised his chest high, and he was like a green pine on a mountain. He slowly turned his head and looked deeply at the person who was farewell, with an indescribable loneliness in his eyebrows.

The crown is full of Jinghua, but the Si people are haggard alone!

That person is Sun Yuan and Sun Taichu.

And who is the person who said goodbye...... I saw her wearing a yellow shirt, in the sunset, in the cold wind of early spring, there were clothes floating gently together, although her expression was sad, but she tried her best to make a smile.

Goodbye!

That woman, could it be me? Or maybe that's what I like.

……

At the end of a sentence, the word "Ya" dragged on for a long time, half a thousand times, and it was not broken, and it hurt into the heart.

……

Yang Ze is also a generous family of poetry and rhythm, how can he not hear the rhyme in Shaoyuren's songs, his face suddenly changed.

……

With the long tail note, the guqin sound is still ringing, like the river breeze on the bank, clear and bitter, endless.

But gradually, the sadness in the music was replaced by a burst of high-spiritedness: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." ”

Yes, in the wind, although the flowers are scattered, they still have affection and intention, turning into spring mud to cultivate new flowers.

The boy smiled suddenly, and smiled so freely.

Whether it's a blooming flower, a falling flower, or the soil on the ground, it's actually one and the same, but it's just a different position depending on the fate.

"Perhaps, we don't have fate!" Shao Yu's heart ached, knowing that as long as he married Yang Ze, the young man who once made his heart would never be seen again.

He probably has me in his heart, but ...... It's just that...... It's just that the reality is so cold, I'm just a miserable person after all. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and things in the world are about the same.

If Sun Yuan is here, knowing that Shaoyu people will interpret this poem like this, he will definitely be dumbfounded: Who is this, who is this, Gong Zizhen's poem is clearly about career and personal ideals, how can you be a woman who is involved in the love between men and women?

That's a hundred Hamlets for a hundred readers!

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I have to say that Gong Zizhen is the greatest poet of the Qing Dynasty. Compared with the next, another poet of the Qing Dynasty, Nalan is strong in virtue and strong in words, as for poetry, it is slightly inferior to Gong Zizhen.

In particular, Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems" is his masterpiece, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a famous poem through the ages.

After the Tang and Song dynasties, poetry has gradually declined. It seems that the poems that should be written have been written by the predecessors, and even if the descendants write again, they will not be able to get rid of the machine of the ancestors. Because of this, when later generations mention the poems of the Ming and Qing dynasties, they can't help but shake their heads. In fact, in the hundreds of years of the Ming and Qing dynasties, there have been only three or five famous poems, and the rest, if they are not professional researchers, no one will read them at all.

Poetry, by the Ming and Qing dynasties, has come to an end. Now, it is the era of novels, the era of the four great masterpieces.

Shaoyu people, as a Qinglou Qing people, don't know how many poems of outstanding authors of this era have been sung in their lives, to be honest, they are all boring and tight. Even the new poems written by Hou Fangyu that night were not interesting.

Only Sun Yuan's poem is really majestic and long-lasting.

For the past few days, she has been hiding in the cabin, idle, and her heart is completely empty. But at this time, Sun Yuan's poem gradually rose from the bottom of his heart, getting louder and louder, churning and lingering in his mind day and night, as if he did not sing and dance, and the slightest agitation in his heart could not be discharged.

His heart was pounding, and there was a rush of heat on his face.

……

Shaoyu is a great beauty, at this moment, her heart is excited, and her face is even more red and pink, as delicate as the peach words in March. And the crystal gaze also seems to be dripping water.

"Boom!" Suddenly, Yang Ze flew up and kicked the guqin in front of Shaoyu to the ground.

The light of jealousy in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and it was shining greenly.

He understood everything, Shaoyu people fell in love with the kid surnamed Sun!